Good maid skills, loyalty, and etiquette. Those three things alone were easy enough for Briar.

She could cook, she could clean, she could bow her head and even lick her shoes if that was what the mistress wanted. The only thing that the maid really lacked was any sense of self-preservation.

Well, not here at least. Not with this. The body strewn about the bathroom wasn't her, and as Miss Koç said, there wasn't any reason for it to be... so long as she kept her pleased. Briar nodded.

"I'll get to it then, miss. Thank you for the opportunity."

With a graceful curtsy, she stepped aside. She grabbed the mentioned mop from the washroom, and though her curiosity begged of her to wander the rest of the house, she returned to the bloodbath with haste.

Water... Briar looked from the busted-up sink to the mistress. "Does that still work?"